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(2Pac talking)
Well, I just heard some shit on this record
(Fuckin' in the midst of my comrades)
I send this out to that biatch
You too nigga
(Standin' in the midst of my comrades)
You fuckin' with some thug niggas
(That's right)
Believe that like you believe crack kills you stupid muthafucka
(Fuck you)
(Standin' in the midst of my comrades)

(Verse Two: EDI)
See by now the way this shit is situated
Niggas is getting eliminated simply for being affiliated
Clearly stated and man I know you hate it
We got a whole list to play with
And y'all niggas is at the top now let's make this happen
Fuck the rappin', let's get to scrappin'
So niggas can see what happens
When you get caught up in dirty mackin'
EDI'll send you packin', you know we love action
Sneak up on attack, pull back, let's the slugs snap in
Yo' chest section, Death has now stepped in
Bitch should have learnt your lesson
While your chance was still present
But now it's past tense, no question asking
Out West it's called mashing, bailing the corner blasting

(Chorus: 2Pac)

(Verse Three: Napoleon)
You must be so so crazy, bitch I'll beat yo' boy bad
Driving in the truck with my black MAC
Thinking about the shit I never had so I'm loading up one
And the two thing's that I cherish is money and guns
I love my ones and I'll put blood on you
Snatch money from you, leave slugs in you
Ain't no nigga breathing fucking with 'Pac
Every album that he drop nigga
Number one spot nigga, locked nigga
Let me represent for my dead ones
Eat with my loved ones, squeeze when the beef come
Chill when the freeze comes, I do that shit
You think you heavy in the game? Watch me move you, bitch
This Napoleon, why did I say I again?
You punk niggas already know I ain't for show
And I'll die for the dough, nigga that's for sho'
Never die for a ho, nigga that's a no no

(Chorus: 2Pac)

(Verse Four: Big Syke)
Who I'm gonna call when a muthafucka feeling sad?
My muthafucking comrades
Who I'm gonna call when a muthafucka doing bad?
My muthafucking comrades
And fuck yo' bitch cause you a trick anyway
Cause my comrades was raised on pistol play
And boss playerism mixed with this thugism
So ain't no love in 'em nothing but the fuckism

(2Pac talking)
Look here… you muthafuckas knew when you wrote this shit
When you spoke this shit, when you smoked this shit
Uh, that you couldn't fuck around with us
Now what the hell possessed you to get on record and play yo' self like that?
Nigga is you fuckin' nuts? Do you know who the fuck we are?
Nigga, do you know who the fuck we are?
Rectify yo' silly ass you better put out an apology out nigga before I yank that ass
Out the game
Stupid muthafuckas
Don't you know I don't give a fuck I'm mad at the world
Fuck all you trick ass niggas
This Thug Life, nigga Outlaw Immortalz Westside
Thought you knew Westcoast nigga all day long
Fuck the world
You must be so so crazy, bitch I'll beat yo' boy bad
Standin' in the midst of my comrades
Ha ha ha
Fucking with the midst of my comrades
My muthafucking comrades

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